Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.